blueteamnovel Chapter 7 The Great Sage: This person has no powerful figure claiming him, so you can fight him as m
Chapter 7 The Great Sage: This person has no powerful figure claiming him, so you can fight him as m
three days later.
Acquire business location.
Sun Wukong was idly drawing circles on the ground with his golden cudgel.
Pigsy is sleeping.
Sha Wujing was in a daze.
Tang Sanzang is chanting scriptures.
The group has completely given up.
Just then, a wisp of auspicious cloud drifted in from the horizon.
Sun Wukong looked up and squinted.
Auspicious clouds landed, revealing the appearance of a young monk—
Huian Xingzhe Muzha.
Holding an iron rod, dressed in brocade robes, with a serious, businesslike expression.
Pigsy was awakened by the light of the auspicious clouds, rubbing his eyes: "Who is that?"
"Good morning, Huian Xingzhe Muzha." Sha Wujing stood up.
Upon landing, Muzha first bowed to Tang Sanzang: "Greetings, Holy Monk."
Tang Sanzang returned the greeting: "Amitabha, you have come from afar, pilgrim."
Muzha nodded, then turned to Sun Wukong.
His attitude was subtle.
"The Great Sage Equal to Heaven"
"Yo." Sun Wukong slung his golden cudgel over his shoulder and chuckled. "So, Mount Ling has finally remembered me, Old Sun?"
Mu Zha didn't respond and went straight to the point.
"The Vulture Peak is aware of the delay in the pilgrimage. Guanyin Bodhisattva instructed me to tell them not to cause any further trouble and to set off as soon as possible. The pilgrimage is crucial to the eastward expansion of Buddhism, and we cannot afford any further delays."
He paused, then added.
"The Bodhisattva also said, 'You have had a difficult journey, and Buddhism remembers it. But the journey to obtain the scriptures is the journey to obtain the scriptures; one cannot let personal matters interfere with public duty.'"
The smile on Sun Wukong's face slowly disappeared.
"Are you finished speaking?"
"That's all."
"Now it's my turn to speak, Old Sun."
Sun Wukong took a step forward.
"You want Old Sun to get on his way as soon as possible?"
Another step has been taken.
"Old Sun flew to the South China Sea himself half a month ago to find your Bodhisattva, and told her that there was an unregistered person blocking his way that he couldn't defeat. Did any of you pay any attention to Old Sun?"
Mu Zha frowned: "It's definitely not on the list—"
"I know he's not on the list!" Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel, causing a crack to appear in the ground. "Just because he's not on the list doesn't mean he's not there! What does it have to do with me if you missed something in your register? Am I supposed to clean up his mess?"
Mu Zha's expression changed slightly: "Wukong, watch your words—"
"Words?" Sun Wukong sneered. "What kind of words do you want to hear? I've been here for four months! Four months! One-on-one, doubles, three against one, detours! I've tried everything! And you all, hiding in Mount Ling and ignoring everything, and now you come to me saying 'Get on your way as soon as possible'? If you're so capable, then you do it!"
Mu Zha choked for a moment.
He really didn't expect Sun Wukong to be so angry.
Before he came, the people at Lingshan told him that the monkeys were just being temperamental and trying to get something out of him, and that he should just go over and appease them.
But this doesn't seem like she's throwing a tantrum.
A person who is throwing a tantrum will act silly and sarcastic.
The monkey in front of us is really anxious.
Those fiery eyes didn't hold anger; they were the culmination of four months of pent-up frustration.
Mu Zha hesitated for a moment.
"Wukong, do you think that person... is really evenly matched with you?"
"Do you think I, Old Sun, would make up such nonsense out of boredom?"
"Then...can I go take a look?"
Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment.
Then his mouth twisted into a crooked shape.
"please."
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The two flew to the top of the valley and looked down from afar.
In the very center of the valley.
Bonfire, iron pot, roasted sweet potatoes.
A young man dressed in cloth sat cross-legged on a rock, turning over sweet potatoes in the fire with a twig in his hand.
They were relaxing, like they were on vacation.
Mu Zha stared at it for a long time.
"...That's it?"
"That's it." Sun Wukong gritted his teeth.
"A mere mortal?"
"A mortal."
"You fought a mere mortal for four months?"
"Say that again, you son of a bitch?"
Mu Zha shut up.
He observed for a while longer, and indeed sensed no demonic, celestial, or Buddhist aura. The young man's aura was that of a completely mortal.
"Perhaps it's some kind of special magic weapon?" Mu Zha said thoughtfully.
"A magic weapon?" Sun Wukong pointed below. "Do you see that broken stick in his hand? Just a wooden stick. What magic weapon? A fire poker?"
Mu Zha fell silent.
He didn't know how to judge the matter.
If that's true, it's absolutely outrageous.
If it's fake.
But monkeys don't need to perform to this extent.
"I'll go back and report," Muzha said.
"Go ahead and report whatever you want," Sun Wukong snorted coldly, then turned and flew away.
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Seven days later.
Lingshan Side Hall.
Mu Zha gave a report on the situation.
The mid-level bodhisattvas and merit officers present looked at each other in bewilderment.
"You mean... the monkey doesn't seem to be acting?" King Puji asked.
"It doesn't seem like it," Mu Zha answered truthfully. "I've dealt with him before. He's one way when he's throwing a tantrum, but a completely different way when he's really angry. This time he's really angry."
"And what about that mortal?"
"I took a look from afar, and there was indeed no demonic or immortal aura about him. He was just an ordinary person."
The meditation room was quiet for a while.
King Puji tapped the table in deep thought.
"Investigate," he said. "Go through all the records of demons, immortals, and gods in the Three Realms, and send messengers to all the powerful beings to inquire whether anyone's disciple or incarnation has recently descended to the mortal realm for training, or whether anyone has accidentally lost their magical treasure."
"Yes."
For the next two weeks, the Buddhist intelligence network was fully operational.
This person is not listed in the register of demons in the Three Realms.
There is no such person in the Heavenly Court Immortal Records.
This person is not recorded in the Divine Register of Mount Ling.
The Three Pure Ones of Taoism did not send any disciples to the mortal realm.
The Jade Emperor of Heaven was unaware of this person.
The Western Paradise remains unclaimed.
I investigated thoroughly.
Clean and tidy.
No force in the Three Realms and Six Paths acknowledges any connection to this young man named Lu Chen.
The results were presented to King Puji.
"No background." King Puji finished reading the report and closed the booklet.
He stood up, his tone resolute.
"Since he has no connections, that makes things simple. Tell Sun Wukong that no one in the Three Realms has claimed this person, so let him fight freely. Even if he's killed, no one will bother him."
The clerk beside him hesitated for a moment: "But the monkey said he can't beat him..."
King Puji glanced at him.
"Can't the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, a mortal who is unclaimed and has no background in the Three Realms, defeat him?"
He smiled.
"He didn't act before, mostly because he was worried about this person's connections and feared getting into trouble. Now that we've investigated and found out the truth, what does he have to worry about?"
Everyone suddenly realized.
Yes.
The monkeys aren't that they can't beat you, they're that they don't dare to.
Now that everything has been investigated and there's no connection to the case, the monkey has nothing to worry about.
Problem solved.
"Tell Sun Wukong the results," King Puji waved his hand, "and tell him to act quickly and not delay any longer."
"Yes."
The clerk accepted the order and left.
It was Muzha again.
When he arrived, he had a relaxed expression on his face that said, "The problem has been solved."
Sun Wukong was lying on a crooked tree, sunbathing, with his golden cudgel lying across his stomach as a pillow.
"Wukong".
"Um."
"Good news."
Sun Wukong didn't even lift his eyelids: "What good news?"
Mu Zha cleared his throat, his tone formal.
"The investigation at Mount Ling has been completed. The registers of demons in the Three Realms, the records of immortals in the Heavenly Court, the registers of gods in Mount Ling, and even the Book of Life and Death in the Underworld have all been checked. No force in the Three Realms or Six Paths has any connection with that person named Lu Chen."
He paused, then emphasized his words.
In other words, he has no connections.
Sun Wukong's eyelids twitched.
"Don't worry about hitting him," Mu Zha continued. "Even if you kill him, no one will come after you. Ling Shan will cover for you."
After saying that, he looked at Sun Wukong, waiting for the other to show a relieved expression.
however--
Sun Wukong sat up.
He looked at Muzha with a strange expression.
It wasn't anger, nor was it helplessness.
It's that kind of expression you get when you tell someone a hundred times, "The fire is hot," and they reply, "We've already checked, the fire isn't blue."
"Mu Zha."
"Um?"
"Can't you understand human language?"
Mu Zha's smile froze.
"What did I, Old Sun, say to your Bodhisattva when I went to the South China Sea last time?"
Mu Zha: "You mean there's someone on the road who can hit you—?"
"We can't beat them!" Sun Wukong jumped down from the tree, enunciating each word clearly, "We—can't—beat—them!"
"It's not a question of whether he has a powerful background! It's not a question of whose disciple he is! It's not a question of whose magic weapon he took!"
"It was me, Old Sun! Even the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, using all my strength, couldn't defeat him!"
"Even if all three of them attacked together, they couldn't beat them!"
"There's no way to avoid it, no matter what!"
"How many times have I, Old Sun, said this? Which word didn't you understand?!"
Mu Zha's expression finally changed.
It's not the kind of change that comes from being yelled at, but the kind of change that comes from "something seems off".
He opened his mouth.
"Wukong... when you say 'can't beat them,' do you really mean you can't? Or are you holding back because you're worried about something?"
"Full power! All my strength! I've used all seventy-two transformations and clone techniques!" Sun Wukong roared. "Do you Buddhists think I, Old Sun, am just bored and making up this kind of nonsense to amuse you?!"
Mu Zha fell silent.
To be honest, that's really what he thought.
Everyone on and around Mount Ling felt the same way.
The statement that the Monkey King couldn't defeat a mortal with no background sounds like a joke no matter how you look at it.
"You don't believe me." Sun Wukong saw through his expression and sneered.
"You don't believe me, do you?"
He pointed to the valley in the distance.
"Go. Go and see for yourself."
Mu Zha hesitated.
"I'm not asking you to fight," Sun Wukong added. "Just go and take a look. Say a few words to him, and you'll know if what I, Old Sun, am telling the truth."
Mu Zha thought for a moment and nodded.
"Okay. I'll go take a look."
He rode on auspicious clouds and flew towards the valley.
Sun Wukong did not follow.
He leaned back against the crooked tree, crossed his arms, and a slight smile played on his lips.
Pigsy leaned over and asked, "Brother Monkey, what are you laughing at?"
"Laugh?" Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes. "For the past four months, I've been annoyed by that kid every day. Today, it's finally someone else's turn to be annoyed."
Pigsy shuddered.
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